On the way back, he did some thinking and planning, just how to handle this with as little getting yelled at and hit as he could manage; to avoid it entirely was too much to hope for. Roofhopping to minimize the risk of running into a roaming loony, he was back at the Tendo home in only minutes, and made his final touchdown outside the kitchen.
Kasumi of course spotted his arrival, and after finishing her immediate task, turned to face him. "Welcome home, Ranma."
Ranma bowed a little, making the eldest Tendo girl raise her brows a bit in surprise. "Happy Birthday, Kasumi. I, um, I saw this on the way home, an' I thought you might like it," and he passed her the Manga.
She smiled a bit as she took it, then her entirely face lit up when she opened it. "Oh, Ranma, thank you! This is wonderful! I'll read it later, right now I do still have dinner to prepare."
Ranma shook his head, "No, you don't. Just show me the recipe an' I'll handle it. I know Pop says it ain't manly, but I can cook OK. I'll finish the prep stuff for ya, then... you mind gettin' everyone else together? There's somethin' important I gotta show all a yah."
Kasumi blinked slowly, "Well, if you're sure... " and Ranma nodded he was, "then just... " and she told him what to do. Only a few moments later it was all done, and Kasumi was asking the rest of the household to the living room.
Ranma came in last, deliberately, and stood just inside the entry from the hall, the one across from the path to the dojo. "After I got Kasumi's present," he said, "I went into this other store an' got somethin' else too."
He rubbed the picture of teh lamp with two fingers, and a dancing picture of a flame appeared on the lamp's wick; smoke seemed to rise from it, tracing its way across and then out of Ranma's skin, swirling and condensing into the figure of a woman, a bit taller that Japanese average and very attractive, dressed in a stereotypical harem outfit. The slippers and pants were black, the sheer top cream, the cap white, and the vest red. Standing before Ranma, feet firmly planted and arms fold before her chest, she boomed out in a great voice that filled the room yet carried not a centimetre further. "I am Misato, slave of the brand and of him who bears the brand! Command me, Master!" A moment later, Akane found herself in the backyard with mallet-sama planted firmly in her face.
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